No Game No Life - Vol 1 Chapter 1

“First, a hidden marriage.”“Second, the marriage period is one year.”“Third, you are not allowed to have any feelings for me!”These were his three stipulations to her at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.She readily agreed and adhered to them one by one.But a year later, is the man holding onto her tightly and refusing to let go still the same cold person from a year ago?“Could you let go, please? Our one-year term is up.”“Wife, the contract you signed is indefinite!”

Afraid? The relatives, friends, and even enemies around you may be my avatar.

In 2053, an aggressive player broke into the world of “Swallow the Stars”.

Like a virus invading, countless avatars quietly descended and merged into all forces in the universe.

At some point, the bigwigs from all over the universe were surprised to find that the cronies, senior officials, and soldiers around him had all changed.

Lu Ge, the mastermind behind the scenes, looked indifferent: “This world has no secrets for me.

What you think is what I think, what you see is what I see. ”

This book is also called “Terrorist Invasion, I Occupy the Universe Alone”.

- Description from novelbuddy

After accidentally transmigrated into the world of Hunter x Hunter, Akira discovered that he was an extremely rare natural Nen user!With the Nen ability Pokémon Master, he could automatically spawn Pokémon simply by traveling or participating in events.As he journeyed to various places, his Pokémon team grew larger and more formidable!The beautiful and powerful “Psychic Queen” Gardevoir.The “Purple Glutton” that devours all evil Gengar.And countless pseudo-legendary Pokémon!Before he knew it, Akira had become the strongest in many fields across the world!Now standing before you is the world strongest Nen exorcist, the strongest Floor Master of Heaven Arena, a Triple-Star Hunter in the fields of ruins, gourmet, and bounty hunting, and one of the world' top five Nen users—Akira!TL Note -This is a Translation

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.